This is a song about "Pumpkin spice"

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

U lack the spice, black n' white like bank robbers be

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

I bring the spice, it's nice, strife and hype, a trife life,

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Im huntin, smash that pussy pumpkin

And i been fucking with cosby since i was ten, you damn right

My sleight of hand is flying so bright with all spice i'd call it lite

All day we blow trees, we'll spice your life up

Without your love it's cold as fuck

For all the flips imma add a little spice.

Picture me lettin this chump survive